I had the saddest dream last night. I don't remember what it was about, but I know I was at my parents' house. I woke up from the dream and thought "i'm going to go tell mom this". I started to get out of bed to go find my mom, but then I realized that I was in my apartment. Alone. In Paris. It was really a bummer. I got myself up at 7:30 (god why?!) and made myself an extra strong cup of coffee. Now that I have milk in the house I decided to put a bit of milk (and a crap ton of sugar) into my coffee. I sucked the sweet concoction down in .5 seconds while jamming out to Sum 41 and Good Charlotte on youtube. I did my makeup, managed to get myself dressed in a sweater and a dress, and then made my peanut butter and honey. Despite starting my routine a few minutes early, I had to literally run out the door when I saw that it was 8:15.
I had to take the most awkward elevator ride ever with Hanna and Lucinda and Raven who were taking out their trash (their roommates). I found it so weird that they didn't own trash bags, but were taking their trash down in reusable grocery bags. I finally out of the elevator and walked to the post office to drop of Uncle Alvin's postcard. I think I saw the mail truck come get the mail just as I was slipping my mail in. Close call. Even after taking the long way to class, I was still two minutes early...and the classroom was empty as usual. I sat down to read my book and wait for our professor to get there. She arrived ten minutes late, and then we proceeded to learn an entire chapter in about two hours. Yep. One whole chapter. We have a quiz on Thursday so there was a lot to cover. I'm freaking out.
We started with practicing a dictation for the quiz. French youth and jobs. I did okayish, but I really couldn't focus so I had nine mistakes. Next we did our oral presentations and then talked about phrases with avoir (j'ai chaud, j'ai envie de acheter, etc). Next up was talking about the body. We discussed every body part you ever wanted to know before turning our attention to discusses illnesses and injuries. We then went around the room and talked about the injuries that we had had. I got to say that I've been perfect (literally Je suis parfait) because I've never hurt anything (except for my face in kindergarten. We didn't learn the verb for that). Then came the moment that nearly killed my soul.
There was an exercise in the book that we did orally. Each problem was a statement that we had to answer with if the person making the statement would be right or wrong. Our professor was calling out people to answer the question and then provide a reason for their response. My professor read out the phrase (in french) "your best friend says that you are afraid of speaking in public." Immediately after she read the phrase she said my name as if it was some kind of word association game. Who is afraid of speaking in public? Michaela is! I said (in a slightly sarcastic tone) "il a tort" (he is wrong). She then said really? And I said oui. What I meant to say was "ohmygod don't look at me! I'm dying!". My life.
We took a break a few minutes after ten and I went downstairs to print my histories synecdoche paper and read. I was sitting at the table reading when I saw Christina at the copy machine. I then got up to go back upstairs when she pointed at me and said that she had something for me. I knew that I was supposed to be getting a paper back so I didn't freak out. I then asked her if I could turn in my monument analysis two paper in on Tuesday instead of Friday. She looked confused but said okay anyway. She then gave me my monument analysis one rewrite back and I handed her my synecdoche paper. I read the paper comments as I went back to French. I got a 100%! Her only noteworthy comment is the end: 100% (again sheesh!). Boom.
We got back upstairs and filled out a worksheet talking about the parts of the body (I've even "learned" the word for pinky finger. I'm serious. It was that in depth). Next up came a 10 minute discussion (five of which were past the end of class) about depuis and depuis que and how to use them in time duration sentences. The entire class was confused, and I'm pretty sure it's going to be on the quiz. Fantastic.
Histories class went by like any other. At the beginning of class, Christina asked her usual question if anyone had seriously done the reading when we had a paper due. Morgan raised her hand, and Christina said "okay, one" and the whole class snickered. Morgan immediately whipped her head around and said "oh come on Michaela, I know you did the reading." I told her that I didn't want to raise my hand anymore; I'm glad Christina didn't hear me say it over the noise of the rest of the class shuffling. Towards the end of class, my stomach was seriously growling and I thought that it would eat itself. The stomachs of other students were growling the entire class. It was time to go home.
I came home and made myself two bowls of cereal (thank god for honey smacks) while looking up directions for the histories excursion tomorrow to the Judaism museum. Next was do my french homework. It was confusing and I didn't do very well. It was about the subjunctive, and there's tons of memorization. I'm not looking forward to learning about it. I then had to start writing a French composition about what makes me happy. Here's what I have so far:
Pour moi, il n'y a pas des composantes essentielles pour mon bonheur. Il y a des choses qu'ajouter à mon bonheur, mais rien est essentielle pour mon bonheur. Le petits choses faites-moi bonheur. Je suis heureuse quand je lis un livre. Je souris autour d'une tasse de café. Je suis heureuse quand je regarde l'art. Je suis heureuse quand je suis avec mes amis. Boire du vin avec mes amis ajoute à mon bonheur. Quand je mange des baguettes, je suis heureuse. Bonbons me fait sourire. Je peux trouver le bonheur aussi sans toutes ces choses. Parfois, je suis heureuse pour aucune raison.
Next up was making myself another cup of sweet coffee with milk before I read three pages for pop. Next was editing my pop paper. It doesn't suck as much today. What a shocker. My stomach started to growl while I was editing so I took a break to watch some People's Court and eat my bean and nacho cheese concoction. I pulled myself away from People's Court after only two episodes so that I could start studying for French. I fine tooth combed chapter 14 that we learned today (J'ai peur d'examens) before taking another break to finish People's Court.
I then studied chapter 13 (Je porte une robe noire) before relaxing in bed for a bit. I finally got myself up to shower and then edit my monument paper before I skyped with mom. The paper is coming along, but it's definitely not awesome. I still had time before I skyped with mom so I tried to watch some tv. I kept looking for today's episode of People's Court...and then I realized that today's episode hasn't actually been aired yet #timezoneproblems. I settled for finishing the documentary on the Burt from Burt's Bees. It had just begun to play when mom called. We talked for a bit and then I ate two cups of ice cream while finishing the documentary. I then followed that up with some internet time and devouring half a package of cat's tongue cookies.
I promise tomorrow will be more interesting. I do have a field trip to take, after all.
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